A Thirst only you can quinch

Put your intentions clear before you hit me up. See through me like I see in you and not yet through you, see in me what I am truly and not only what I portray, say, say what's it that comes to mind and play through the pauses of life. Paws with claws how every... Continue Reading →

Silence in absence

We haven't spoken in three days and all the other days conversations seem to feel forced, reluctant to my ways she has become my fear of how relations drift apart , catastrophic for its strains, bad for its sad. None of us glad distant lover, ex lover, my lover, I loved you before & will... Continue Reading →

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